Monthly Archives: November 2016



Still the words go on writing themselves
Humans use them to the nth degree

Still the sentences form and communicate
But what they say is –
what they see

‘always say’ is what they say…

What is to be said?
What’s it gonna be?

The low income person speaks of resentment
he speaks resentfully

Because of making do

The rich man resents –
speaking words resentfully –
wanting more wealth still

The star stud – exclaims his egocentric world
for all to hear
Using words – his ideas do appear

The sportsman’s words ‘we played well’
‘…but we were weak in the second half’
his limited vocabulary still gives opinion
as to why it was a draw…

The cappuccino friend pours out his woe
to his fellow cappuccino

over coffee
words are spilled

The prattling words on the street
echo up the walls to keep the man from sleep

And the obsessed with hurt
repeat themselves
over and over
looking for the relief that words ‘got out’ might give

And the words accumulate ad infinitum
in the circumstances of life

the tower of babel has been built
despite the scattering of the sheep

Sheep without a shepherd
word after word
they bleat

And it’s no surprise dictionaries are added to
And it’s no surprise – added to – is added to
And it’s no surprise we are all in the word business

To find a way to sort things out

But words that are cheap
fall away
Words follow
after each day

Words of incompleteness
for it never will be unitedly said

That there is only one Word
Who speaks what is prayed

And the rest?

The foolishness of fools
do darken counsel
with words
of no understanding.

The zest for words goes on
the lyrics in every song

We can’t get enough of words
human language
newspaper words
splurge after splurge

of ten to twelve to fourteen point
I cohabited with for years

the – printed – spoken – exchanged –
of a dying world,

words of a dying race


The Inner Man


Put’n on his blue coat
Buttonin’ up his blue shirt
– of another shade

Put’n on and
tak’n off
his blue tie

Contrast restored
with Purple

Brushes his beard
up down –
side to side

That’s it
in place

Leaves his place
stops on the seat

doesn’t start the car
forgot somethin’?

Yep –
forgot to dress the inner man

The Black Rider

Poem circa 1970
(or Dick Turpin wore a mask…)

The Black Rider rides,
The Moonlight invites him to be bright!
The Black Rider hides

The Pine valued for its wood invites him to climb!
The Coach rumbles by, as always on time
The Plan you will note – is to jump at the throat
Of the Coachman

The opportunity right he jumps through the night…

But alas what despair the coach isn’t there!
Bad timing causing injury and fright…


Ice Cream Eaters

Ice Cream Eaters (Acrylic)

Seed for the ground-Words for the heart

(Mark 4, Luke 8. Matthew 13)

Those only partially acquainted with the Bible will perhaps nevertheless remember the Parable of the Sower.

The thing that has always struck me about this parable that communicates to us in narrative form, using the metaphor of the earth into which the sower sows his seed, is an ingredient that I look for in all those I encounter in the journey of life.

That ingredient is sincerity. (I mention this in my ABOUT)

sincerity |sɪnˈsɛrəti|
noun [ mass noun ]
the absence of pretence, deceit, or hypocrisy: the sincerity of his beliefs is unquestionable.

But nowhere in this authoritative dictionary definition do we read that the sincere person is always right.

Sincerely wrong is more than a possibility, in fact considering our track record – we have all been sincerely wrong on innumerable occasions, but with our sincerity intact.(?)

When people share their honest point of view, they usually engage in what is sometimes referred to as ‘debate’.

debate |dɪˈbeɪt|
* a formal discussion on a particular matter in a public meeting or legislative assembly, in which opposing arguments are put forward…
* an argument about a particular subject…
* argue about (a subject), especially in a formal manner: MPs debated the issue in the Commons: members of the society debated for five nights.
* consider a possible course of action in one’s mind before reaching a decision: he debated whether he should leave the matter alone or speak to her.

The whole idea of debate, can have very negative connotations. The pointing of the finger and the speaking vanity (malicious talk) – as the scripture puts it. (Isaiah 58/9)

Discussion is a friendlier word. As our debating can include biting and devouring one another. (Galatians 5/15)

On another page-post I refer to the ‘sincerity’ factor (see The Real McCoy).

But sincerely wrong, is what I consider to be the mistake of many, when they do not accept Jesus Christ as the Saviour of the world.

Now those who are already acquainted with this blog, would expect me to make this statement anyway.

And hopefully there is already enough in the Pages ‘section’ of the blog to prompt you to investigate Christian teaching.

But it’s worth noting that I (in one sense) was where you are at.

If you are yet undecided about the Gospel you are where I once was. I was a non-Christian, now I stand converted.

If someone pontificates about how wonderful it is to go visit the Bahamas, because they have been there and experienced it, – because I have not, – they quite simply – have a great advantage over me.

Concerning the Bahamas, I have no problem admitting they have this advantage, indeed it goes without saying. And as a result, I do not immediately think of them as superior to me, or even knowing better in a self-righteous manner.

I have never been there. So it should be expected of me – to listen and consider* what they say especially if I was planning to go there for a visit.

I have no barriers to get past in accepting their views as being more worthwhile than my own.

Because they have experienced the Bahamas.

That’s all anyone can ask for (listen and consider)* from their ‘audience’ when they preach the gospel.

Unfortunately we don’t always get it. Clearly illustrated by the ‘first’ Christian Martyr Stephen.

We read of him in (Acts Chapter 6 and 7.)

See how he was responded to. Consider if the treatment he received was just in any way (?).

Consider (I give you the benefit of the doubt) how you would not respond in such a mindless manner, namely stoning the man to death.

But please consider too, if the end result – would not be the same, if his audience was listening to me? i.e. Rejection of the Gospel message he preached.

The challenge then for all believers in Christ, is to know how to share the message without entering into debate and arguments that profit nothing.

Some Christians might prefer the arguments, rather than be ignored.(?)

But God only needs a sincere listener and He will reveal Himself to them.

He doesn’t dupe or deceive, He simply presents Himself as the Saviour of the world.

God the Holy Spirit draws near to the enquiring heart and is willing to open our understanding.

He doesn’t need to ‘win the argument’ because this presupposes that you or I would somehow have an opinion superior or challenging to His.

Or that, because we are debating – somehow we could teach God a thing or two, if only He would listen.

Just as Jesus spoke what He heard from God the Father, So Christians speak what they hear from Jesus. So that you in turn might hear what God says as it is passed on to you.

That calls for a sincere unpretentious listening approach to the gospel message, when someone shares it with you.

Jesus speaking of his mission and of His Father says this:

John 8/26.
I have many things to say and to judge concerning you, but He who sent Me is true; and I speak to the world those things which I heard from Him.

There is an invitation to accept Christ as Saviour that is responded to and activated by a sincere prayer.

But it entails making an extremely earnest and important decision that entails a turning away from sin, and a turning of the life over to Jesus Christ.

Not to be entered into lightly.
It would be remiss not to offer help to the sincere seeker of this relationship. Please feel free to email me at this address:


Big guy

Big guy (pencil and wax crayon)

Pushing against the wind

Pushing against the wind (Pen and Markers)

By the shore

By the shore (Watercolour)

Short lived collages…

Short Lived Collages…

Coloured paper – cut with scissors on a journey of quirkiness.

Laid out on a white sheet.

Intuitively arranged and re-arranged –
But not stuck down!

Photographed instead. The life of the art work digitally imprisoned.

But then the hand tsunami comes and they are no more.

Their memorial is the photo you see. It now becomes the art work.

Their names have followed after, through what the mind automatically does when viewing the abstract – it invents narrative or description based on what it reminds one of in the material world…

And so the titles flow.

Dog confronting dog.
Gymnast and assistant.


(Press your way through)

If you could have nothing else – would being at peace in and with yourself be enough?

A deep abiding peace.

RIP – rest in peace – but not beneath the earth – for when that comes – there you are – no more.

Peace. What is that to you?

Here’s what it is to me –
Calm mind, feeling of satisfaction. Contentment. Sense of forgiveness. At rest with yourself and your maker. Taking God at His word – relying on His promise of the gift of Eternal Life through heart acceptance of His Only Begotten Son.

A peace that passes understanding. Given to you not as the world gives. Walking with God, not letting your heart be troubled.

Carrying a yoke that is easy and a burden that is light.

Learning from the Master (The Lord Jesus Christ).

All of this is part of the abundant life that Jesus offers. Press your way through the crowd and touch Him, by faith.
Matthew 9:20-22
20 And suddenly, a woman who had a flow of blood for twelve years came from behind and touched the hem of His garment. 21 For she said to herself, “If only I may touch His garment, I shall be made well.” 22 But Jesus turned around, and when He saw her He said, “Be of good cheer, daughter; your faith has made you well.” And the woman was made well from that hour.


Fast asleep

Fast Asleep (with lines). Pen

Criminal’s Conversion

(Poetic Fiction for Truth)

“I never did listen to what he had to say
I always brushed him aside – out of the way”
Said the criminal about the policeman,
“Closed my ears inaugurating some kind of a ban”.

After all, we were worlds apart
I didn’t know the rules for a start
He was so ‘keep-keep’ the law
I was so ‘sweep-sweep’ – it away –

And then ’cause I’d broken all the rules
They tried to reform me – by using various tools,
(I, having ended up in here, out of harm’s way)
– But their ‘tools’ never included the need to pray

I came into brokenness and
an inner reaching out
I rose up and embraced every destroyer of doubt
I was converted in the deep recesses
of my being
Chiefly the Bible became my new way of seeing

And now I can’t understand how dumb I could be.

Walking in new life – the truth making me free
I see clearly in an enlightened way

‘Seek and you will find’ is all I can say.